It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.

Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.

The Holy Roman Empire is neither Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire.

There are two things for which animals are to be envied: they know nothing of future evils, or of what people say about them.

There is no such thing as an accident. What we call by that name is the effect of some cause which we do not see.

What would constitute useful history? That which should teach us our duties and our rights, without appearing to teach them.

It is up to us to cultivate our garden.